JG BALLARD QUOTES paperback

One of the most permanently valuable/inspirational/illuminating books RE/Search ever published! Besides predicting the Internet 30 years ago, J.G. Ballard instructs on music, film, celebrity, the media, the death of reality, and much more. These quotes provide a strong beacon for readers inundated with information overload. In a pocket-size, ILLUSTRATED, commuter-friendly paperback book. (ALSO AVAILABLE: Deluxe Flexback (New Japanese Format)

“I can’t resist dipping into it to find out what I think.” — J.G. Ballard

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Ballard’s books have remained fresh years after they were first published, and the provocations collected in J.G. Ballard: Quotes have worn well. Small enough to fit in a large pocket, this anthology brings together J. G. Ballard’s eye-opening thoughts on music, film, celebrity, the rise of corporate media, the death of reality, etc. Arranged by topics such as “Sex: Relationships, Sex times Technology equals the Future, Pornography” and “Surrealism, Imagination,” these quotes are clear, providing a strong beacon for readers accustomed to a baffling daily assault of advertisements, phone calls, and e-mails. They help readers better understand Ballard’s fiction—the most visionary, provocative literature of the 20th century. A Ballardian glossary, the essay “Guide to Virtual Death,” and a bibliography round out this essential resource. In today’s dense communications environment, where the average New Yorker experiences 14,000 branding messages each day one needs to continually make sense of a bafflingly complex, constantly changing environment. Brief, succinct quotes can quickly produce clarity amid moral murkiness—like a torch illuminating a dark forest ahead. This book is especially aimed at all who have to work for a living. It is our hope that many a commute may be glorified by this quotations book, which is easy to carry and use—just one minute at a bus stop may yield an inspiration sufficient to set one’s imagination reeling.

“I can’t resist dipping into it to find out what I think.” — J.G. Ballard

2 reviews for JG BALLARD QUOTES paperback

Rated 5 out of 5

admin –July 5, 2013

At his last San Francisco show, NICK CAVE told us, “I keep this book by my bed.”

Rated 5 out of 5

admin –July 15, 2013

“In 1987 the British writer J.G. Ballard declared, ‘Sooner or later all Science Fiction comes true.’… The hunt for striking one-liners is the fun of JG BALLARD QUOTES, a compendium of provocative quips and comments culled from 40 years of his writing and interviews. Best known in the United States for two novels that were adapted for film, CRASH and EMPIRE OF THE SUN, Mr Ballard began writing fairly traditional, if eccentric, science fiction in the 1950s and 1960s. By the 1970s in works like THE ATROCITY EXHIBITION and HIGH-RISE, he had grown into a social commentator of cool, penetrating intellect and a literary futurist…Mr Ballard and others regard technology as a dangerous extension of human psychopathology. Thus in CRASH the automobile is a tool for sex and self-destruction. In HIGH-RISE and the more recent COCAINE NIGHTS and SUPER-CANNES, the globally replicated blandness of modern cities, highways and airports is the environment of a new totalitarianism that is, he says here, “docile and subservient, and all the more threatening for that.” “The New Totalitarians come forward,” he writes, “smiling obsequiously like head waiters in third-rate Indian restaurants, and assuring us that everything is for our benefit.”
Technology not only threatens but also disappoints. Mr Ballard is almost cruel on the collapse of the space age. Rockets “belong to the age of the 19th century, along with the huge steam engines. It’s brute-force ballistic technology that has nothing to do with what people recognize as the characteristic technology of this century: microprocessors, microwave data links—everything that goes in the world at the speed of an electron.”
Mr Ballard saw 9-11—the World Trade Center attack—as a kind of brutal intrusion of the imminent future into the present. “The attack on the World Trade Center in 2001 was a brave attempt to free America from the 20th Century,” he opines. “The deaths were tragic, but otherwise it was a meaningless act.” And in another passage: “The horrific newsreels are effectively the greatest disaster movie to date… My fear is that in due course the ‘remake’ of 9/11, with the ultimate in special effects, will inspire Americans to more than revenge.”
“The President of the United States bears about as much relationship to the real business of running America as does Colonel Sanders to the business of frying chicken.” Quotables crop up on every page, on the arts, media, religion, death, writing and writers…Often they compress the modern world with magnificent concision, as in definitions like “Modernism: The Gothic of the Information Age,” and “Money: The original digital clock.”
And for all the techno-talk, one of the wisest epigrams here is quite homey: “If you can smell garlic, everything is all right.” [end]

The advanced societies of the future will not be governed by reason. They will be driven by irrationality, by competing systems of psychopathology.

People as a whole really aren’t interested in the future any longer.

Some people have suggested that mental illness is a kind of adaptation to the sort of circumstances that will arise in the future. As we move towards a more and more psychotic landscape, the psychotic traits are signs of a kind of Darwinian adaptation.

I can remember when people throughout the world were intensely interested in the future, and convinced that it would change their lives for the better. In the years after the Second World War, the future was the air that everyone breathed. Looking back, we can see that the blueprint of the world we inhabit today was then being drawn—television and the consumer society, computers, jet travel and the newest wonder drugs transformed our lives and gave us a powerful sense of what the 20th century could do for us once we freed ourselves from war and economic depression. In many ways, we all became Americans.

It was an excess of fantasy that killed the old United States, the whole Mickey Mouse and Marilyn thing, the most brilliant technologies devoted to trivia like instant cameras and space spectaculars that should have stayed in the pages of Science Fiction . . . some of the last Presidents of the U.S.A. seemed to have been recruited straight from Disneyland.

The future is probably going to be something like Las Vegas.

Whereas the 20th century was mediated through the car, the 21st century will be mediated through the home, and . . . home means work.

The ultimate crime-based society is one where everyone is criminal and no one is aware of the fact.

Our governments are preparing us for a future without work, and that includes the petty criminals . . . The psychopath, with his inward imagination, will thrive. He is already doing so.

Sadly, at some point in the 1960s our sense of the future seemed to atrophy and die. Overpopulation and the threat of nuclear war, environmentalist concerns for our ravaged planet and unease at an increasingly wayward science together made everyone fearful of the future.

Nobody is interested in the future at all. I think the future has been annexed into the present. Occasionally a futuristic image is trotted out, ransacked like an image of the past and absorbed into the ongoing continuum that represents present-day life.

One of the reasons we’ve turned our backs against the future at present is that we unconsciously sense that the logics that will dictate our lives in the next 20, 30, 40, 50 years will be completely unlike those which rule our lives today and have ruled our lives in the past. We may move into a very indeterminate, seemingly dangerous and chaotic era where all the old certainties and the social cement that held society together will have gone.

The Arab world, the Moslem world, may well take the place of the Communist world as the great bogeyman of the future.

A titanic battle is about to begin, a Darwinian struggle between competing psychopathies. Everything is for sale now, even the human soul has a barcode.

An institutionalized paranoia seems a bleak future for the human race.

We now live in the present, unconsciously uneasy at the future, and this short-term viewpoint does have dangers. We know that, as human beings, we are all deeply flawed and dangerous, but this self-knowledge can act as a brake on hope and idealism.

On the whole, people had shown less resourcefulness and flexibility, less foresight, than a wild bird or animal would. Their basic survival had been so dulled, so overlaid by mechanisms designed to serve secondary appetites, that they were totally unable to protect themselves. They were the helpless victims of a deep-rooted optimism about their right to survival, their dominance of the natural order which would guarantee them against everything but their own folly, that they had made gross assumptions about their own superiority.

These days one needed a full-scale emergency kit built into one’s brain, plus a crash course in disaster survival, real and imagined.

The superheroes of the future will be people who’ll challenge this condominium of boredom, and we’ll find that our Bonnies and Clydes will emerge to challenge the suburban values. [JGB News, 1993]
We’re driven by bizarre consumer trends, weird surges in the entertainment culture, mass paranoias about new diseases that are really religious eruptions. How to get a grip on all this? We may need to play on deep-rooted masochistic needs built into the human sense of hierarchy.
I’ve always suspected that the Soviet Union was the last of the old style authoritarian tyrannies. The totalitarian systems of the future will be obsequious and subservient, plying us with drinks and soft slippers like a hostess on an airliner, adjusting our TV screen for us so that we won’t ask exactly where the plane is going, or even whether there is a pilot on board.

In a sense, we’re policing ourselves and that’s the ultimate police state, where people are terrified of challenge.

There is a deep underlying unease about the rate of social change, but little apparent change is actually taking place.

People realize that they’re living in a totally valueless world—that morality is coming to an end, in the sense that the moral institutions that have underpinned society and given it some sort of fleeting purpose are being dismantled.

We seem to be in the trough of a wave; there’s a huge wall rushing towards us with a white crest, and I just hope that we can ride to the top of it and maybe see something—a larger, more interesting world—on the other side. On the other hand, we may be swamped. We’re living in very interesting times but, at the same time, deeply uncertain ones.

How do you energize people, give them some sense of community?. . . [By] all activities that aren’t necessarily illegal, but provoke us and tap our need for strong emotion, quicken the nervous system and jump the synapses deadened by leisure and inaction.

It’s no coincidence that religious leaders emerge from the desert. Modern shopping malls have much the same function. A future Rimbaud, Van Gogh, or Adolf Hitler will emerge from their timeless wastes.

There are hints that a benign version of a Sadeian society is still emerging, of tormentors and willing victims.

You’ve got to set something like Crash against what I think of as the normalizing of the psychopathic—something that’s been happening for most of this century, but has really gathered force during the past 30 or 40 years, annexing more and more kinds of deviant behavior into the realm of the acceptable. Particularly in the sexual field, where people are now tolerant of sexual deviance in ways they weren’t in my parents’ generation.

People want to save the whale and the seal because they know that sooner or later the human being is probably going to be next on the list.

I think the main threat in the future is not to personal relationships, which will thrive despite easier divorce and the breakdown of the extended family, etc. I think the danger our children and grandchildren face lies in the decline and collapse of the public realm. Politics, the Church, the monarchy are all slowly sinking back into the swamp from which they rose in the first place. We stand on the shore, watching as they wave their rattles and shout their promises, while the ooze sucks at their feet. When the clamor at last subsides we will return to our suburbs, ready to obey the traffic lights and observe the civic codes that keep the streets safe for children and the elderly. But a small minority will soon be bored, and realize that in a totally sane society madness is the only freedom. So random acts of violence will break out in supermarkets and shopping malls where we pass our most contented hours. Surprisingly, we will deplore these meaningless crimes but feel energized by them.

Bourgeois life—in the sense of suburban norms—will be completely maintained. Yet at the same time there will be huge dislocations that will come from any quarter. They might be terrorist outrages that paralyze the motorway network of the whole of Western Europe. They might be social in the sense that some fanatical pressure group will man the barricades and disrupt ordinary life; or aesthetic—a decision to embrace a new kind of fashion. A preference for the color blue rather than the color red may have huge planetary consequences we can’t conceive of at the moment.

There were times in its history when the United States came close to suggesting what a utopian project might be, but the less appealing sides to American life now seem to be in the ascendant—there’s a self-infantilism strain that gives America the look of Peter Pan’s Never-never land. However, the future may well be a marriage between Microsoft and the Disney Company—an infantilized entertainment culture imposed on us by the most advanced communications technology.

Ballard understood that the only way for the writer or artist to capture the texture, atmosphere, and meaning of contemporary life is by appropriating the news reportage with which we are all bombarded every single day and which implicitly sees the world as an unfolding Armageddon, as “The Secret History of World War 3″. Unlike the news, however, the radical vision of “The Atrocity Exhibition” is The Real Thing, profound rather than facile, authentic rather than sensationalistic, lucid rather than lurid. Its influence on every aspect of contemporary culture (music, the arts, cinema, and literature) has been immense. The Mannerist cult writer Chuck Palahniuk would literally not exist without Ballard. Everything that Palahniuk has written (often brilliantly) is Ballard Redux; his themes are Ballardian even if most of his knowing admirers do not know it. “One of the most intelligent voices in contemporary literature” (Susan Sontag). J. G. Ballard died on April 19, 2009 at the age of 78, the last of the great visionary writers of our time. One of the greatest writers of the 20th century.